This is another poem that I wrote about domestice violence.

I lived in a bad neighborhood and I suffered alot of violence. Never raped or severely beaten because I knew how to defend myself.

Living after a failed suicide attempt.

This is a tribute to all those people who have suffered such kind violence in one way or the other…
To those people who have no way of expressing what they have been going through in the name of love.
Please Note: This poem is in no way a reflection of any real person or character, any similarities to anyones’ personal life is purely coincidental.

Real life story.

Abuse.

This is a poem of hope for all women who are victims of domestic violence.

Completely fed up with the abuse, I gave Bill what he often ordered–I left never to return.

This is beginning of the end. I thought it would serve as a wake up call for Bill, but instead, I saw the light and finally did what I had to do.

The saga continues, more drunken tantrums and violence escalates.